Galen didn't much care about his couch getting wet either. It was only water. "I didn't know him when he was good. He fell before we met, and I died before he ascended again." He had to stop here to consider his wording. "Darth Vader wasn't a good man. He severed what few ties he had to the Jedi and fully embraced his Sith persona." He sat back, letting his head fall back against the backing of the chair, his eyes going unfocused as he thought about the past. "He would have killed me if I'd ever failed him. There was no training with him, not really. He called it training, but every missed guard or parry gave me a new scar." He tried to talk about the Force training, but his throat seized up and refused to cooperate. "He was extremely intelligent and cunning, and when you get right down to it I'm fairly sure he was better than the Emporer at saber combat."
He lifted both hands to scrub at his face. "I would never have imagined the reasons behind it, or the fact that he could return to the Light Side. He was intense, and seemed totally dedicated to the Empire." He finally lowered his face to look at her, and there was some distress hidden in his eyes. "He killed my father and turned me into a monster. I don't have any kind things to say about him. I'm sorry."